She is the Ocean

She is the ocean--
inconstant, moody.
One day
clear to her depths,
a sapphire, an emerald
full of warmth and reflected light.
But the next day
a blanket of
cold grays,
adverse currents
and hidden dangers.
She reflects her circumstances.

But against all logic,
she is beloved:
By those who skim the surface
and bask in the warm and friendly shallows,
drawing life and enjoyment from her.
And by those who dive into the blue
to explore her unknown depths
(even to herself),
and discover strange life and giants,
gentle and otherwise.

Even God her Maker--
who smiles in rays of light,
thunders in a storm,
kicks up the surf in play,
conceals his face with clouds--
even He, knowing
what monsters,
what beauties
lie beneath her surface,
loves her in all her moods.